Ashe walked around the pilot room of the Strahl. Vaan was at the controls, and they were headed for the Ridorana Cataract. Everything was coming to a head it seemed, in her gut she had a feeling the journey would be over soon. She was a little saddened by this, she had really come to enjoy spending time with all her comrades. Not feeling like talking to Vaan, she decided to go to the main cabin and see what was going on.
She walked away from Vaan to the door, and opened it. This was where they ate and passed the time as they flew. It was a small galley with the kitchen on her left, and a few tables in the center of the room. Straight back was the cargo bay, which also held the doors to the top deck, the head, and two staterooms for guests. There were also two different staterooms you could get to from where she was now. Right now the only people in the room were Basch and Penelo, who were playing some card game she didn't know the rules to. The two of them had seemed to grow close over the past month or two. Ashe watched them for minute from just inside the door, Penelo laughed as she flipped over her cards and Basch smiled as she took the chips in the middle over to her stack.
Ashe didn't feel like joining them, they seemed kinda intimate from what she was seeing, or maybe she was seeing things. He was old enough to be the girl's father almost, it must be her imagination. Ashe looked around and didn't see Fran or Balthier, which surprised her, mainly because they rarely let Vaan fly the Strahl unless one of them was there to supervise. Their absence was curious, so Ashe decide to look for them.
She walked across to the door to the cargo bay. She opened it, stepped through, and then closed it behind her. The ship was very quiet. The doors held out all sound from any other room, and the engine itself could only be heard from the top deck. Without any sound to guide her, she decide to check the staterooms to see if they had each decided to take a quick nap before they landed. The first door on her right was empty, she opened it and looked inside only to find nothing. She moved to the second door and slowly opened it.
The first thing she heard was a very low moan, coming from Fran by the sound of it. Wondering if Fran was hurt, Ashe stepped through the door and rounded the small corner only to stop short.
Fran was lying on the bed, naked from the waist down, her legs bent over the edge of the bed at the knees. Balthier was kneeling between her legs, his head buried in her muff. Ashe was frozen in place by the sight. Fran's pubic hair was the same color of her long ears, a pearly white, neatly trimmed into a landing strip. Her dark skin contrasted with it in the most beautiful way Ashe had ever imagined. Fran's eyes were shut, and Balthier had his head buried, so she had not been seen yet. Ashe knew she should leave, but the sight of it was bringing back her own memories of Rasler, and the one night they had spent together. From their movements alone, she could see that they shared a bond not unlike hers and Rasler's.
Ashe watched in silence as Balthier licked at Fran's pussy, and soon she could tell that Fran was getting close to an orgasm. Ashe felt her own pussy start to moisten as she watched this erotic display of friendship and caring. Fran moaned louder and began to squirm as she got closer to getting off, and Ashe was unaware that she had pulled her skirt up enough to play with her own pussy through her panties. Her fingers were working over her slit through the undergarment when Fran orgasmed. Balthier kept his head down, tasting all the cum he could as Fran spasmed around him. Ashe's panties were soaked when Fran opened her eyes and saw her. Ashe froze with her hand still in between her legs, in mid-stroke of rubbing her pussy. Fran showed no surprise at seeing her, she just looked at her for a time. And then Balthier came up for air, still unaware of Ashe's presence, and said, "Did you enjoy that, my love? I think its my turn now isn't it?"
Balthier smiled as he said this last, and then saw that Fran wasn't looking at him. He turned to see the princess looking on, with her hand between her legs, against panties that were visibly wet.
"Ah, princess," he said with a grin, "enjoying the show I see."
Ashe broke free of her trance and quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy and moved her skirt back down. "I'm very sorry to have disturbed you," she said in an extremely small voice. She stepped back to leave when Fran spoke.
"Wait." The viera sat up on the bed, looking at the princess with concern and sympathy. "You don't have to go, princess. You have had a rough journey for a long time, now. If it pleases you, you may stay. We do not judge you, who has lost so much. If it pleases you, stay, and watch, or join if you so choose. It matters not to us, we will not speak of it, if you would not."